The white mark allowed for a manual RPM check on this big steel flywheel on the ground floor. Note how dark the bottom level of the mills is—that’s because all of the equipment is blocking out the light.
Go on and jump in, if you want, there’s even a ladder to climb out.
Christmas lights from the time Island Station was an art studio lean against a rusty boiler.
Note the tiled floor between the bucket conveyors and an old mill.
A closeup inside the mill’s power room.
After crushing, these machines would float lighter material to the surface of the water, where it would be skimmed and discarded. Gold and silver laden stone would sink to the bottom, where it was collected for the next stage of processing. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
In an old ward, two men would have shared this room.
Two windows above the slate Grand Staircase reflect let a little blue sky skip off the black.
I believe this is the push car, meaning it would push the charge in the oven out the opposite side into the train car.
At this junction where Brewery Creek gets a breath of fresh air stands a kid holding a paintbrush: a Banksy (famous graffiti artist) ripoff.